I’m tiring of bird metaphors, ducks, swans – even the condor. The personification of birds was entertaining for a while, but it’s time to let go and move on.
I thought my analysis sounded clever, until I realized what had triggered the thought process, and in that moment of realization, my musing crashed about my ears like a cacophony of cymbals.
My mother.
My beloved mother.
The mother who would call me a stupid goose.
It was her pet name for me.
You goose.
You goose.You silly goose.
You silly goose.You are such a goose.
You are such a goose.Mothers have a lot to answer for. A silly put down, harmless, as far as they are concerned, and you, the poor recipient of that single word or phrase, is crucified as though each letter were a nail hammered through your flesh.
What wickednes
